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thinking of doing a supervillain! nat x superhero! reader fic. anyone have any ideas for what powers i could give them? :3
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competition gone wrong - lottie matthews
summary – after lottie doesn’t return to the cabin from her competition with natalie, (y/n) looks for her. (approx 2.3k words)
a/n – hello i am probably Not back because uhh. i’m very busy, but i am rewatching yellowjackets with my friend whenever i get the chance :^) i just watched s2e4 so i wanted to write something based on that. did not proofread this so it’s probably a mess too!! sorry in advance. i desperately need to sleep LOL.
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the heat of the distant sunset beat down on your back as you struggled to walk through deep snow. though it was unbelievably cold, you didn’t stop your trek, looking around at your surroundings cautiously.
the others had gone with natalie to uncover a frozen moose that she had found while you? you were looking for lottie. you had a bad feeling since the moment their weird competition was established this morning; you were all sitting, still drowsy from the early hour mixed with the cold room, and nat had gotten into an argument with someone about food, mari perhaps? long story short, lottie was volunteered to challenge nat on who would find food faster. it had almost felt like lottie couldn’t fight for herself – everyone had so much hope in her, and she didn’t want to let that falter.
truth be told, you didn’t believe in hope. it was a dangerous thing; too much of it led to ignorance, and that only took people so far. humanity was greedy. they always pinned their deepest desires on anything but themselves, whether it be an omnipotent force, or even just a seventeen-year-old girl with a strange understanding of the wilderness. either way, you believed in lottie, not because you had ‘hope’, but because you knew that you would climb to the deepest depths of tartarus for her if it meant keeping her safe. and thus, here you were, walking around a deadly silent blanket of snow, weaving through trees, looking for lottie matthews.
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when you first enrolled in wiskayok high school, you were a bit of an outsider. your family had moved from houston. they always told you that it was because your father had received an incredible job opportunity in wiskayok, but you knew it was secretly because you would return home from school, covered in bruises with tearstained cheeks. you were considered a loser in your old school and fell victim to all the bullying. girls constantly pretended to be kind to you, only to spread rumours behind your back, boys would ask you out, and then laugh in your face, and you constantly dealt with rubbish stuffed in your bag, or gum tangled in your hair. school faculty didn’t do much, probably because many of your bullies’ families funded the school. they claimed that the bullying would stop with time.
besides, it wasn’t too much of a loss on your family to move; wiskayok wasn’t anything special. housing prices were dirt cheap, and your parents were respectively an engineer and a hairdresser. they could find work anywhere.
your first day at whs was in the middle of the second semester of 8th grade. your brain managed to block out much of the anxiety, but as you stood in the middle of the cafeteria double doors during lunch, it all began to set in. you felt like a startled, hurt animal, mouth slightly agape, scanning the room for a free seat, anywhere. students peered up at you, studying you, like you were a strange specimen in a lab. suddenly, you felt a harsh shove on your shoulder as a deep masculine voice muttered “out of the way, loser!”
you inhaled sharply, regaining your balance, and shaking yourself off. you felt yourself shrink as some witnesses began to laugh. then, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you turned around to look at the source. she was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen; she was a bit taller than you and had long flowy chestnut hair with curtain bangs and the deepest brown eyes. you felt like you were getting lost in them. her eyebrows furrowed, as she seemed to repeat herself.
“are you okay?”
“huh?” you spluttered, regaining your consciousness. you felt sick to the stomach, and your hands developed a newfound sweatiness. “yeah, sorry.. i’m okay.”
“those jocks are dickheads,” she dismissed, then she smiled at you, and holy shit. that weird sickness in your stomach became fifty times worse, and you had to forcefully rip your eyes away from her out of a genuine fear that you would die on the spot. “i’m charlotte, but everyone just calls me lottie. are you new here?”
“i’m (y/n),” you finally said, finding the confidence to make eye contact again, heat spreading up your spine. you hoped your cheeks weren’t going red. “i’m new, yeah. i moved from houston.”
“oh, wow!”, her eyes almost seemed to sparkle with admiration, “that’s a huge city! what are you doing down here in little old wiskayok?”
before you could reply, a ginger girl appeared behind lottie, looping an arm around her neck – you would later discover her to be vanessa palmer – “lot, stop torturing the newbie. cmon, i’m starving!”
lottie laughed, swinging the ginger’s arm off her, “okay, okay!”, she giggled, before turning to you. once again, she put her hand on your shoulder. “you want to come and sit with my friends? well, our table is the girls’ soccer team, but i’m sure they won’t mind you joining us. oooh, maybe you could try out! do you like soccer?”
she seemed to talk a lot, you noticed. you weren’t too sure if it was because she was as nervous as you, or if she was just a very chatty person, but you liked it. you liked her. she was nice.
eventually, you did try out for the girls’ soccer team, the yellowjackets. and surprisingly, you somehow got in. with that, you became closer to the team, especially lottie and van.
however, when the plane crashed on the way to nationals, four years later, everything changed. you were still enamoured by lottie, but she was different now – not smiling much and very quiet. van seemed like a stranger to you, and you had seen a side of taissa, natalie, and shauna that you never thought you’d see. they were imposters. and jackie and laura lee? you shuddered as you thought about them, alongside all the others that had passed away during the initial crash. they were once your friends, but you never had given yourself the chance to process their deaths. even as you sat upright in the middle of the night, crying tears of mourning over them, it never felt real. the concept of them dying was artificial in your head, and despite seeing their bodies, you concluded that you would probably never convince yourself that they were really dead.
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the snow had begun to pile on heavily and you could see your breath with every steep step you took. you were growing desperate now, the sun setting at a faster pace than you expected. you guessed that you only had about an hour of sunlight left before you would be plunged into darkness with only the merciful moon to guide you. it was probably wiser for you to turn back and continue your search tomorrow, but you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from looking for her if you tried.
suddenly, turning a corner, you saw a form a few metres from you. your breath caught in your throat, as you shuffled (as fast as possible) towards her – lottie.
“lottie?” you gasped, wiping snow off her face, confirming her suspicions. “lottie, do you hear me?!”
your voice was a little louder now, laboured with thick panic that stung in your throat like bile. her cheeks were rosy, contrasting her pale, greying face. you didn’t want to see her meet the same demise as jackie, so you whipped your thick jacket off, and after a struggle, you managed to get it on her. realistically, this was an incredibly stupid decision, but with adrenaline coursing through your veins, you felt unstoppable. and damn, did adrenaline take you far.
“hang in there, lottie, not yet, please…” you murmured, carrying her with all your might. about fifteen minutes had passed, and your thighs were burning. lottie’s starved form was heavier than you expected, and your energy was running out. you felt yourself collapse into the snow, the cold wetness seeping into your skin. then, you heard the urgent voices of mari and akailah as they called your names.
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“don’t beat yourself up over it,” lottie smiled warmly, putting a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. you had fumbled an important game mid-season, and it seemed like mari and taissa were mad at you. playing with the strings of your hoodie, you met her eyes, your stomach doing backflips. in a way to cheer you up, lottie had taken you on a ‘date’ – her words, though you wish they were a reality – to a café, and then a walk through the park.
you leaned back against the worn fabric of the seat, groaning. “is it that obvious that i’m thinking obsessively about it?”
“yes, (y/n),” she laughed, poking you in the forehead. “you always beat yourself up after our games; it’s like you never let yourself be proud.”
you reached to slap at her hand, but she pulled way before you could make contact, “i just always like to know what i could’ve done better. i’m not that great at soccer, i don’t even know how i got on the team!” you groaned, “like you’re all so perfect, and then i’m constantly messing up somehow.”
lottie went quiet for a moment, studying you as if you were an ancient scripture, like everything you presented was important to her. “you are so much more than you think (y/n),” she said, admirably, “you are one of our most adaptable players, and you’re so, so, analytical. you bring so much to this team, and you don’t even know. why do you think i always pass the ball to you in a tight situation?”
before you could answer, she continued, “it’s because you’re so damn dependable!” then lottie laughed, and winked at you, “also, you’ve a super sexy bod, and i always catch myself admiring you in the changing room.”
you choked on your hot chocolate, feeling your heart suddenly beat much faster in your chest. a ghost of a blush lined lottie’s cheeks as she reached over the table to put a hand on yours. “look, (y/n),” she murmured, voice suddenly soft, “i uh…”
you awaited her answer, feeling a sudden tsunami of anxiety wash through your body. you wanted to hide, but you wanted to hear more of what she had to say. lottie’s cheeks grew even more pink, before she tore her eyes away from your (e/c) ones. after a few seconds of silence, she looked up at you again, much more composed than she was only half a minute prior, “want to ditch this joint?”
and that, is how the two of you ended up in some isolated part of the public park, laughing and huffing, out of breath. “fuck your long legs, lot,” you gasped, leaning against a tree. lottie’s laughter boomed through the flora, as she tackled you to the ground. the both of you wrestled a little, but after a few minutes, lottie reigned victorious. she brushed your hair out of your face, staring at you.
“wh-what’s up?”, you whispered, and you swore that she could definitely feel the thumping in your ribcage.
lottie smiled at you, gently. but this time, it wasn’t her normal smile – this smile was full of fondness. “just admiring,” she muttered, and before you could process anything, her lips were on yours.
you never talked about your feelings after that day.
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a loud ringing invaded your head as you slowly regained control of your senses. everything was so bright, and you felt uncomfortably warm, if not too hot. as you tested the movement of your limbs, you felt something wrapped around your stomach. your strength slowly came back, and your eyes fluttered open.
you were in the cabin.
“huh?”, you said to nobody in particular. you almost jumped out of your skin as a husky voice reverberated near your ear.
“thank fuck you’re awake, (y/n).”
you craned your neck slightly, meeting lottie’s captivating brown eyes. you moved to pull away, but felt, what you now figured out was her arm, wrap tighter around you. looking down, you noticed that you were in the tub, and you were naked.
“w-what happened?” you gasped, reaching to cover yourself. lottie half-sighed-half-chuckled as she sunk her nose into your hair.
“i almost died, and you saved me. akailah and mari found us together, and based on the footsteps, you carried me a long way. thank you.”
you went quiet as you recalled what happened; how you had hurried through the snowy landscape, taken your jacket off for lottie, and carried her before losing consciousness. there was no beating the in-love-with-lottie allegations that van had made against you before the day of the plane crash.
“why did you do it?”, lottie continued, “the wilderness wanted me to die, so why?”
you felt your throat stiffen as your brain whirred with various answers. after a moment of silence, you decided to listen to your beating heart and come clean. there wasn’t much reason not to since you would all probably die out here.
“because, lottie matthews, i’m in love with you.”
you began to regret everything when lottie didn’t reply. however, she didn’t disappoint you for long.
“i don’t regret kissing you in the park that one time.”
you broke into a laugh, “is that all you have to say?”, and you felt her squeeze you before planting a kiss on your shoulder.
“i think you know how i feel. you’re the only one who keeps me grounded, and you’re always there for me. i never feel lonely when i’m around you.”
that was enough confirmation for you. sometimes less was more, and you leaned into lottie’s touch in the tub, enjoying the feeling of her skin on yours.
well, until taissa told the both of you to stop hogging the hot water.
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disappeared for a while
hey guys. i kinda forgot this blog existed. truthfully, i got caught up with life.
between the good and bad, it was really hard to keep up my posting. i started university, my birthday passed, the girl that i have a crush on kinda broke my heart a little but we're in a weird place in terms of friendship (? honestly lesbian drama), hit a deep depression, cut a lot of my hair off, quit my job, got into photography, yada yada. yoiu get the point.
eventually, i lost motivation to write even though i still have wips on my desktop for a shauna fic and a jackie fic.
honestly, even at this point, i'm still barely just trying to exist. i don't know, life is just pretty depressing rn. if you guys want me to post more, please send some requests, but i really can't guarantee that i will do it since i kinda just wanna write stuff that's appealing to me rn...
cheers yall,
coal.
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hii i absolutely love ur writing! im in need of some angst so can i req something where ur lotties girlfriend and you get lost while out hunting with nat in the winter. you dont come back until a couple days later and lottie beats herself up about it because the 'wilderness' didnt help her find you.
purr >> here << you go <3 enjoy!! and thank you :')) not really angsty per say but i enjoyed dissecting lottie's thoughts through my writing. felt as if i was almost evaluating her psychological state with every sentence that i wrote
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returning home to her - lottie matthews
summary - lottie struggles to reach the wilderness after (y/n) goes missing (approx. 1.7k words)
a/n - i was a lil tipsy while i wrote this so sorry if there's any mistakes!! i'm going to go to london tomorrow to see boygenius so idk when i'll post more :')) i'll be gone a few days. nonetheless, i hope yall enjoy this <3
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the first day you didn’t come back with natalie, lottie lost a spark of hope in her eye. she had looked up at the familiar thumping of the cabin door closing in the evening, and instead of seeing the love of her life beside her best friend, she only saw a frazzled natalie, diverting her eyes with guilt.
“wh-where’s (y/n)?” lottie gasped, getting up to confront the blonde. she hoped immensely that her girlfriend – her sunshine – would walk into the cabin, with some silly excuse about how she got carried away in the wilderness. but, the thing about life is that it would never be fair when you most needed it to be, and the thing about (y/n) is that she didn’t come back that evening.
to say that lottie matthews didn’t sleep much that night was an understatement – she didn’t sleep a wink. her body was full of a static worry that rose in her chest with every grounding breath she took. lottie felt suffocated, as if she was being crushed by a mixture of her own guilt and a crippling anxiety for her beloved, and god, she wanted to just run out into the wilderness and search for her girlfriend, but she knew that she would get lost and probably die.
the following morning, lottie walked to the sacrifice tree with natalie in pursuit. “be careful,” natalie warned before giving lottie a nervous nod, “i’ll keep an eye out for (y/n), okay?”
lottie was silent as she watched the blonde walk away, her figure getting smaller in the snow. she wanted to scream and beg for the wilderness to bring her beloved back, but lottie knew that she had to be a reliable, collected leader. so lottie matthews did what she knew best; she gave a blood sacrifice.
“holy shit,” natalie hissed, grabbing the blade out of lottie’s right hand a few hours later when she had come back. lottie was still at the tree, bent over the snow, face practically blue from the cold. her eyes met the blonde’s and she was expressionless for a moment before she looked behind natalie to see if (y/n) was with her. no sign. “lottie, have you fucking been here all day? your hand is a wreck!”
helping the brunette up, natalie brought her inside the cabin to bandage her hand up. the wound was deep and blood seeped through the thick fabric of the bandage.
“why didn’t any of you bring her in? the fuck?” natalie snapped after sitting lottie next to the fireplace.
taissa scowled for a moment, a sorrowful expression soon following, “we tried to bring her in a few times but she wouldn’t move. we figured she’d come back on her own eventually.”
“well, ya should’ve fuckin’ dragged her!”
as her teammates began to argue, lottie felt her senses slowly return. she felt the dull pain in her hand, heard the ringing in her ears, and saw the blurriness of her vision as teardrops welled. but, lottie couldn’t cry. she wouldn’t let herself be seen as weak in the eyes of her friends, so she shook her head instead, trying to clear her mind.
however, her thoughts returned to those of you – (y/n) (l/n). where were you? were you okay? were you alive? lottie could feel the presence of the wilderness; it called for her with every whooshing of the trees in the gentle winter breeze. it just didn’t want to help, or maybe it couldn’t. she didn’t know.
“the wilderness didn’t accept my plea for help,” lottie murmured, everyone in the room falling quiet to stare at her, “it didn’t help me,” she reiterated.
“maybe… maybe it’s just taking a while this time around?”, van suggested quietly for a corner.
“for fuck’s sake!” shauna interrupted, voice full of annoyance, “the wilderness isn’t real! stop playing into her delusions!”
and thus, another argument broke out.
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lottie wanted to set the entire forest on fire. it’s omnipotent force was taunting her. she would hear snippets of your voice in the breeze, but whenever she would look up to find you, there would be nothing other than the distant horizon of flora and frost.
it was day four at this point and lottie felt a heavy pit forming in her stomach – like there wasn’t much hope any longer. she cursed herself for thinking such distressing thoughts; javi was missing for weeks but he had come home fine! maybe you were wherever he was; somewhere, somehow.
she sighed as she looked out the window. it had become routine at this point, but lottie had nothing better to do. she had woken up while the sun was only beginning to rise and everybody else was still asleep. she didn’t mind too much, but the lack of your presence made her brain feel like it was eating itself. it was easy to spiral alone, and you were the only person who understood lottie; you understood the complexities of her brain and her disorder. you helped her differentiate her schizophrenia – you stopped it all from bleeding into reality.
she leaned her forehead against the cold glass, closing her eyes gently. something was itching in her consciousness. she had an urge to do something, an insatiable urge. then, everything clicked and lottie opened her eyes up again. she gently snuck over to where her warm jacket and shoes were spread out by the fire. lottie felt, genuinely, as if today, she would find you.
so, she put the warm clothes on, and she left the cabin.
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lottie only walked about two minutes in the knee-length snow before she had to stop. today was unbelievably colder than it had been before. she shivered, looking behind her at the cabin. it wasn’t far away from her, but she already wanted to return home.
but, the wilderness called, and lottie had to answer. she needed to keep walking because she felt your presence more than she ever had prior. she subconsciously picked at the scar in her palm, and then she continued to strut at a confident pace.
it wasn’t long until lottie saw a figure in the distance, stumbling in her direction. her eyes widened in shock. she didn’t need to come closer to understand that the person ahead of her was you. lottie began to run, nearly tripping on the deep snow a few times on the way, but she didn’t care. you somehow had lost your warm headgear, and your lips were purple, contrasting against your rosy cheeks. though you looked far from okay, you still resembled an angel. lottie matthews swore that she could see the halo that illuminated your perfect face.
you were out of it, looking through her as she approached cautiously, and the moment her hands wrapped around your starved form, you fell into her.
your body was stiff and sore as lottie held you tight, not caring that the snow was currently seeping through her jacket. she was pulling you closer and closer, tightly, as if you would disappear or dissolve.
and you didn’t. because lottie matthews was holding the real you.
she bit back tears once again, like she had done only a few days prior, and after a few minutes, she helped you stand up properly. “(y/n)?”, she finally whispered, and your eyes met hers, exhaustion lacing them. “let’s return to the cabin, baby, okay?”
you nodded gently, and you threw an arm over her shoulder, careful not to put too much weight onto her.
everybody was awake when the both of you returned. lottie wasn’t sure how long she was out for, but she was glad that they had woken up, because the moment they saw you, they immediately acted to heat you up and give you some sustenance.
natalie stayed by your side, apologising for losing you, but you just smiled at her gently, shaking your head.
after a while, everybody went off to do their morning tasks, and it was just you and lottie in the creaking front room. the air felt thick, and the gravity felt heavy; as if things were tense, but you only felt warmth and comfort exuded from the brunette sitting before you. her big, brown eyes studied you as you ate and pulled the blanket that was given to you by shauna around yourself tighter. your orbs fell and lingered on her bloodied palm, the wound only a few days old. lottie quickly diverted your attention by reaching to fix some hair that had fallen into your face.
“are you okay, (y/n)?”, she said, gently.
you leaned into her touch with an affirmative “mmhm.”
“where were you? can you tell me?”
lottie looked at you with hope in her eyes; as if you had found an out, but the truth was that you didn’t know. you blanked the last few days out, not even sure of how you survived the ordeal.
“to be honest, lot, i think i disassociated a lot. i must’ve been running on adrenaline or something, because one moment i was with nat, the next i was alone. i don’t even remember the days passing,” you explained, sadly, “i’m sorry to disappoint you.”
lottie softened more than you swore she could’ve; she wasn’t even upset at you, yet you somehow felt guilty for providing an inadequate answer. still, you truly had no explanation for your brain fog.
“the wilderness didn’t help me find you,” she eventually said, an undertone of deep dejection contaminating her voice, “i thought that it was too late.”
you both fell into silence for a moment before you broke it.
“lottie,” you grinned, reaching out to hold her face with your now warm hands, “i don’t know what happened to me, but i want you to know that the wilderness will never, ever, need to help. i will always find you, and i promise that no matter what, i will always come back to you.”
lottie stared at you, lips parted in an o shape before you pulled her in and kissed her gently. lottie’s lips, though slightly chapped from the cold, felt incredible against yours. she was warm, and sweet, and so, so tender against you. her hand rested on your cheek as her other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closely, as if you were fragile. you never wanted to let go of her again, but eventually the kiss came to an end, lottie pulling away from you. her cheeks were stained red, and for the first time in months, a tear rolled down her cheek. you thumbed it away, pecking her nose, and she laughed at the ticklish contact.
you knew that you would stay by her side forever, and maybe lottie began to understand that too.
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Hi!!! Just wanted to come here and say how much I enjoy reading your stuff😭 it's really good and I'm hoping to read more of it soon!
thank you :')) i appreciate it a lot. i'm going to be a bit MIA for the majority of august, going to two boygenius concerts and one of my friends is staying on my couch for a few weeks but i'll try write a bit every night before bed <3
much love, everyone!!
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SEND IN REQUESTS!!
shauna x reader part 3 will be out soon!! just taking a break from writing for a day or so <3 once i'm done that, i'll have no requests so please send some in <3<3<3
no smut please :3c
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what type of bender i think the yellowjackets would be (avatar the last airbender)
water: taissa, misty
fire: natalie, mari
earth: van, shauna
air: lottie, laura lee
non-bender: jackie
alternatively: natalie or lottie as the avatar !!
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gatekeep gaslight girlboss 🦋
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hair holds memories - natalie scatorccio
summary – bleaching natalie’s hair became routine for (y/n), but things became a bit more complicated the day natalie disappeared. (approx. 1.7k words)
a/n – trigger warning for mentions of weight loss + puking!! i wrote this cos i was feeling a lil down and wanted to vent a little. hope y’all enjoy <3
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your (e/c) orbs glossed over the pages of the novel you were reading while you sipped a cup of tea. you were hunched over your crowded desk, notes scattered around as you picked out comparisons between the novel and wuthering heights. you were given as comparative essay as an assignment for english class, and you had chosen to compare the theme of the role of women within society.
your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you swore that you would fall asleep before you could finish the chapter. peering over towards your alarm, your eyes widened when you noticed that it was nearing 1am. sighing, you knew you’d have trouble waking up for school tomorrow if you stayed up much later, so you flicked your bookmark between the worn pages of the book and shut it, sliding it into your backpack.
you stood up with a stretch, grabbing your hairbrush to tidy yourself up before bed. suddenly, you heard a rhythmic clinking against your window. confused, you processed the sound for a moment before peeking an eye out between your curtains. you deflated from your slight shock when you noticed it was only natalie. pulling the curtains open and pushing the window, you called out to her in a whisper-yell.
“it’s 1am nat, what are you doing? and what’s with that hat??”
natalie, in response, grimaced, pulling her beanie tighter over her head. she looked at you with discomfort before whispering back, “i had an accident and i need your help, can i come in?”
you exhaled heavily but smiled, “one sec.”
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natalie sat on your toilet as you paced back and forth.
“how the hell did you do that?!”
she looked ashamed of herself, her hair practically ginger. “i don’t know, (y/n)! i was trying to go blonde! stop laughing!”
a towel was thrown at you and you damn-near fell over, gripping the sink to steady yourself from your laughter. “okay, okay, hold on,” you chuckled, crouching down to rummage through the drawer under your sink, “I think my mom still has some spare bleach and purple shampoo from the last time she did her hair.”
“i swear to fuck, (y/n), if my hair falls out, i’ll cut all of yours off in your sleep,” your once-brunette-now-ginger friend threatened to ignorant ears.
“yeah, yeah,” you dismissed.
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natalie’s hair had come out perfectly when you did it that time, and since then, you were primarily responsible for bleaching her hair. it became routine, every month, she would come by and sit on your toilet while you would touch up her roots. you both enjoyed it and talked about life whenever it came to that. the last time you did it was the weekend before nationals.
“thanks again,” natalie smiled at you coyly, checking herself out in the mirror. you hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. she looked beautiful, the white lighting of your bathroom mirror illuminating each and every strand.
you were engrossed in her as you admired, murmuring, “you look beautiful.”
you swore you could see natalie’s cheeks gain a rosy hue. she cleared her throat, hiding her face with her fist, and you felt butterflies in your chest, tearing your eyes away from her angelic face.
“uh, anyways,” you changed the topic quickly, flustered at what you had said, “good luck at nationals. i’ll be waiting for your return with the trophy.”
natalie elbowed you gently, smirking, “i’ll see you at the after-party, yeah?”
you nodded, “for sure.”
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processing grief was difficult, you came to learn. upon hearing of the plane crash, you didn’t cry. you didn’t scream, you didn’t react in any way. you just lied in bed for days, shackled down by a huge wave of apathy. you lost a lot of weight, nearly puking every time you touched food.
after a few months, you grew hopeful. you knew natalie – you knew she was alive. she was a fighting spirit, and something told you that things would be okay.
when the first winter passed, you finally accepted that natalie was probably dead. the grief hit you in a delayed wave, and your friends held you as you wept in the bathroom that you had routinely done her hair in the past. you tore the polaroids of you and her off your walls, stuffing them into a box under your bed. you didn’t want to see her. you hated her for leaving you alone in this world, and you hated that you had loved her so much.
you despised natalie scatorccio. you despised the way she would laugh with you, joke with you, the way the corners of her mouth gently rose when she was trying to hide her giggles in history class, the way she drew on your arm when she was bored, and the way she always hugged you after practice when she was sweaty and covered in mud, much to your disdain.
you began to move on after a year; well, that was a lie – you knew that you would never move on from the impact she had left on your life, but college was around the corner, and you knew that you would have to step into this new chapter without her. you still had the leather jacket that she had left in your house one time, and you couldn’t bare to lose it, so you took it with you, and boy, did you wear it everywhere. it became a part of you; it protected you.
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it was the spring of your second year of university, studying (whatever lol). you had come back to new jersey to visit your family and earn some money at your part time job at the cinema. you had tuned out most of the world, listening to music in your walkman, dancing around your family-home bedroom.
the girls had been found and returned home safe and sound – well, most of them. but, when you tried to reach out to natalie, you never received a response. it was difficult to contact any of the girls, really, and you decided that it was probably for the best. she had probably forgotten you; she was probably a different person anyways. you were initially extremely upset, but you pushed it down, focusing on your college assignments.
“you’re out of touch, i’m out of time!”, you sang to yourself as you bopped your head to the music. for once, you felt a little happy in life, things were going smoothly, and your friends were lovely. you imagined what they were doing in this moment – probably studying or out partying. you were excited to return to university.
suddenly, you heard a familiar rhythmic clinking against your window. you stiffened up, tears perking in your eyes. it was probably all in your head, and you stared for a moment, slowly taking your headphones off your ears. the tapping sound didn’t stop. you hesitantly shuffled to your window and, like clockwork, peeked your eye out between the curtains, but this time, you ripped them open almost immediately. your eyes began to pour with a wave of what seemed to be grief and joy as none other than natalie scatorccio stood outside, rain dampening her hair.
you nearly tripped as you sprinted down the stairs in your work uniform, and without a care in the world, you ran outside into the downpour. she caught you as you fell into her arms, holding her tight and hiccuping. she felt so, so warm against the coldness of the stormy air, and you knew in that moment that she was real. she was here with you.
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natalie wiped her hair with a towel as she sat in your bathroom, your tears still pouring. bringing a hand to your face, she wiped your tears with a thumb, smiling gently. “i’m back, for good,” is all she said.
your hands were shaky as you touched her hair. her roots had grown out, but she still looked like the same girl you had seen every day for years; she still looked like the girl you loved with your whole heart – the girl that had changed your life. she leaned into your touch.
“i thought i’d never see you again, nat,” you whispered, voice shaky, and she pulled you into her, arms wrapping around you. she stroked your hair, and you felt your chest constrict.
“what happened out there,” she began, “was traumatising, and i’m not ready to talk about it yet, but i want you to know that the whole time i was out there, i survived for you. i could’ve died and rid myself of this miserable world, but it was you. you kept me going.”
you dipped your head down a little as she spoke. she was enthralling, and you remembered how difficult processing the grief over her had been.
“i love you, nat,” you suddenly confessed, “and i never stopped. i don’t think i could’ve stopped, even if i tried.”
she looked at you, her mouth open in an o shape before she placed her mouth onto yours. the kiss felt bittersweet, and you could feel your worries evaporate. her lips were soft against your own ones and you tasted undertones of cigarette smoke amongst her cherry flavoured lip gloss. it was liberating. layers of grief began to dissolve, and your chest felt as though it was going to burst.
when natalie pulled away, she smiled at you gentler than you had ever seen. it was like you were porcelain and she was afraid to shatter you.
you both caught up a little longer, her hands lingering on yours with soft, endearing looks of admiration from both sides. your love for each other felt unspoken after the initial confession, and it felt as if nothing had ever split you apart from each other; like you had loved naturally the entire time she was gone.
as you both laid in bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, her ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, you finally mentioned the unspoken.
“do you want me to bleach your hair?”
natalie hummed for a moment before shaking her head, “nah, i think i want to cut it all off and grow out my brown again. what do you think?”
your thoughts lingered in the sentence. “yeah, makes sense,” you replied, “hair holds memories and all. it’d be nice to start fresh again.”
“exactly”, she said, sitting up, “wanna do it now?”
you giggled as she pulled you up by the hand, following her to the bathroom.
“alright.”
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in the wilderness with you (part ii) - shauna shipman
part i
summary – (y/n) and shauna finally talk about the tension. (approx. 2.5k words)
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when you were younger, your father used to take you and your mother camping every summer. you would drive north for two days in your stuffy family campervan to a location in the maine wilderness where you would enjoy the wilds as a family.
you often felt isolated after the first few days since you could only handle being with your parents for so long. as you got older, year by year, you became more intolerant of going, and you began to dread the holiday. two weeks with no landline; two weeks without seeing your friends; two weeks stuck in your own head.
the last year that you went camping with your family was the worst time. your father had normally fished for the family on the river that ran through the forest, but this time, he smiled at you as he held his brand-new rifle. “she’s a beauty, ain’t she, (y/n)?”, he smiled, delight dripping from every word.
you simply blinked at him, “what are you going to hunt with that? bears?”
he chuckled, shifting his hand into a ‘come-hither’ motion as if to command you to follow him. “you’ll see, come on, i’ll show you how to shoot it.”
you really didn’t want to join him, but you caught your legs following his rhythm subconsciously. your mind wandered; you never minded your father fishing for food, but hunting? that seemed a little far. weapons were destructive items of war, and you felt uncomfortable with the idea of your father shooting down an innocent animal. suddenly, you were stopped by a hand stretched in front of you. your eyes followed your father’s gaze as he spotted a moose – careless yet standing tall. it hadn’t noticed him yet.
you couldn’t react as your father hunched down and aimed the gun. you wanted to yell, to alert the moose of danger, but you knew that your father would ignore you for days. he always gave you the silent treatment when he was upset at you, and you were not willing to deal with that when you were already to be stuck with him for two weeks.
you jumped, startled, as a loud gunshot rung through the forest. it felt like an invisible force, freezing everything in its tracks. you felt your body waver as you almost fell over by the shock. time stood still as the moose stood before suddenly collapsing, blood pooling out of its neck. your father took your hand in his, walking cautiously towards the animal.
something didn’t feel right to you; the ringing in your ears didn’t stop and your body felt like static – as if you weren’t where you were meant to be. “look at that,” your father said, bending down to rub the pelt of the deceased animal. your hands began to tremble. he slowly turned to look at you, his face contorting into an unsettlingly large toothy smile. anxiety welled up in your chest, and you felt as though you had to run, but your feet were glued to the ground. your eyes met the lifeless ones of the moose, the storm within your chest bashing against your ribcage.
“(y/n)”, a feminine voice rang out, “(y/n), wake up!”
you perked up at the sound, and before you could do anything else, the moose’s eyes met your own. and then, the decaying thing opened its mouth, screaming your name.
“(y/n)!”
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you gasped, opening your eyes wide. they darted around wildly, trying to understand their surroundings. your back contorted as you felt pain shoot up your ribs and wrist. shauna and jackie were crouched above you, worry etched on their faces. “oh, thank fuck you’re okay,” jackie whispered as shauna’s gaze softened. shauna murmured something about finding other survivors before she walked away, tearing her curious brown doe-eyes away from you. pulling you up with one swift motion, jackie leaned most of your weight against her. “c’mon, (y/n), you’re bleeding.”
as much as you avoided misty, you were thankful for the pick-me-up as she wrapped the deep wound that spread down your lower arm. jackie stayed with you, watching shauna interact with the other yellowjackets. it didn’t take incredible perception skills to understand that she was avoiding you, and jackie didn’t understand why.
“did you hurt her or something?”, she had asked when the two of you went to gather firewood. your shoulders stiffened.
“i don’t think so. i mean, I don’t remember much of the night but the last thing i would want to do is make her unhappy.”
“hm,” jackie tapped her chin, looking distantly at nothing in particular, “she’s never been one to hide her feelings, this is new.”
you felt yourself cringe at jackie’s lack of awareness. all shauna ever did is hide her feelings – you could tell by the way she looked at her friend. it was like there were words that she wanted to speak, thoughts that she wanted to express, but couldn’t because her throat was clogged with hesitation. but you – you would help her unclog those words. you wanted to understand what you had done wrong, and you wanted her to express herself to you. you just wanted her to be okay; you wanted whatever you had to be fine.
as days passed, you tried to talk to shauna on multiple occasions. she almost always brushed you off. she really had no interest in talking to you. your first attempt was stomped down as soon as it began; when you were all hiking towards the cabin, you fell into step with shauna.
“did you have fun swimming? you were smiling so much!”, you innocently quipped as she wordlessly acknowledged you with a glance. the world felt heavy around you, as if the gravity were stronger than usual. your limbs felt weak as shauna nodded before walking ahead of you. sighing, you raked a hand through your wet hair, frustration threatening your rational thinking.
once the gang of you had situated yourself in the creaky building, you all split off to look for food to last the night. you stared at a bush of red berries, contemplating whether they were edible or not. oh well, you decided, it would be better to pick them just in case. suddenly, an unfamiliar dizziness rang through your head and your limbs began to shake as you slowed down. the voices of your friends were drowned out by an eerie silence, and before the weakness could overcome you, you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you.
your eyes met the enthralling brown ones of shauna shipman again, and she murmured a “be careful” before letting go of you. you felt butterflies in your stomach since that had been the most she’d spoken to you since the party. you walked and talked with a more joyful tempo until shauna shut it down.
“that’s not really anything to be happy about,” she told you, as you sat across from her shuffling a deck of cards. your eyes drooped downwards towards the table, your chest deflating a little, “maybe you should try to move on.”
and so, you did. avoiding shauna was a little too easy. every night, you would sit away from her. you stopped saying “good morning” to her, you stopped looking longingly at her, and you started sleeping upstairs with taissa and van. shauna noticed this, and as the days passed, her irritation towards small things began to grow.
over time, tensions in the cabin became more prominent, and you found it quite overwhelming on top of the shauna thing. you had difficulties sleeping because your mind was so far away, and so, this is how you ended up sitting on the balcony outside the house at only-god-knows what time in the morning. you were tired; so so exhausted with everything. earlier on, you had to break up an argument with lottie and nat, and both had treated you with harshness, releasing their frustrations on you. you understood that they were just stressed over the situation, but that didn’t mean that it was fine.
the moon shone above you like a spotlight – as if you were the main character in a performance delivering a monologue, but there was no audience. it was just you and the wilderness in this moment, and sometimes, you swore you could hear voices in the breezes of the wind and the rustling of the trees.
you closed your eyes, sighing deeply. your lids threatened to close indefinitely, the shackles of sleep tugging at your exhausted limbs, but your brain was more alive than it had been this entire day. you just needed to digest the frustration – the fear of being alone in the forest with a group of girls who were slowly succumbing to the same insanity as you. you just wanted things to be how they were; you just wanted things to be okay.
“what are you doing awake at this time?”
you yelped as you heard a gravelly voice behind you, slumber evident in every syllable. slowly turning your head, you met the confused gaze of shauna shipman. your body tightened in on itself as she reluctantly stepped closer to you. finally, after what felt like an hour-long staring match, you pat the space next to you on the decking, and the brunette placed herself down, pulling her knees to her chest.
“it’s relaxing, isn’t it?”, you eventually murmured, looking ahead. shauna didn’t reply for a moment, and you felt yourself deflate. “shauna, what happened to us? why do you avoid me?”
she became angsty, picking at her cuticles as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, and you wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she would answer, but you didn’t have the energy; not anymore. shauna plagued your mind far too often; she was somebody that you wanted to – no – needed to impress, somebody whose smile mattered the most to you, yet to her, you felt like nothing; like an afterthought.
“right”, you finally said after a few seconds of tense silence. you belatedly stood up to leave, but before you could turn towards the door, you felt shauna grab your sleeve.
“wait,” she practically begged, motioning towards the space you had previously inhabited. you exhaled deeply, looking into her intense eyes. though it was nearly pitch-black outside, her brown orbs still shone with an unspoken guilt. you cautiously came down to rest next to her once again. a shiver crawled up your spine as you blew hot air onto your hands. “look”, shauna began, struggling to find the words to say. her voice was caught in her throat, as if it didn’t want to come out, but she seemed to force it out. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. what happened that night – it was a mistake. i don’t think i like women but with you it’s different. like, i want to be like you; or i want to be with you, i’m not too sure. all i know is that i feel all warm and fluttery when i’m around you.” her words were rough and shaky as she articulated her thoughts, stuttering every now and then, “i know it’s wrong of me to like you that way, and i’m sorry, but i can’t help it. i avoided you because i didn’t want to feel these things for you because i’m sure you don’t feel that way about me, and it’s just too much for me right now – it’s too much for everybody. i’m sorry, (y/n), and i understand if you think i’m a freak.”
you watched her face curl from sadness into regret as you didn’t answer for what felt like eternity. you simply blinked, repeating what she said in your mind like a broken record. your hands began to tremble slightly as you reached up to cup her cheek with a coarse palm. “shauna,” you smiled, snapping her out of her panicked state, “i didn’t regret that night. i like you, and i have for ages.” her eyes seemed glossy, and you felt a familiar burning in the back of your throat as you blinked back tears. “it’s not wrong for you to feel this way, people are just born like that and there’s nothing to be done about it, but you can’t just shove it down or else you’ll always feel like an impostor in your own body.”
shauna began to smile gently as she leaned into your touch. you continued, “we don’t have to talk about it more right now but just let me in, please. i want to be able to support you and be there for you until we’re out of this hellhole. no more keeping me out, please, okay?”
the brunette in front of you nodded gently, and your cheeks grew warm at how cute she looked in that moment; her hair framed her face perfectly and she looked vulnerable as her eyes studied you. you dropped your hand, noticing a slight tinge of disappointment wash over her features before she shifted into a more stoic expression. but no matter what face shauna pulled, she always resembled a fawn. you wanted to protect her, no matter what. it was like she could do no wrong, as evident by how fast you had already forgiven her for the emotional turmoil she put you through.
and for once, shauna shipman let you in after months of trudging through the wilderness.
since that night, things began to go more smoothly within the cabin. you were the main mediator of all the girls, and with the resolved tensions between yourself and shauna, your thinking became clearer, and you were more efficient at keeping the peace. the small community you had formed within the four walls developed into a more tight-knit family dynamic, and even the ever-so-pessimistic travis had begun to laugh at some of van’s jokes that she would tell during dinnertime. you started to notice a definitive hierarchy forming between the girls, with lottie and nat being the most important. though unspoken between the girls, you found that you inherited a lot of power due to your people skills and advice giving, and with this newfound power came more freedom.
in a way, you abused your position to be able to relax with shauna; you two would sit and talk about things and have a bit of fun amiss the chaos of the barren wilderness. oftentimes, you would take walks to clear your heads or go to the lake to watch the nature thrive around you. you had noticed how systematic the ecosystem was, with birds hunting fish and deer trotting along to drink on the riverbank. it reminded you of the yellowjackets as everything fit in place due to the respective rules of each animal.
these small moments with shauna made you fall for her harder, though you had tried to resist it. she was just such a calm, grounding person and in a way, she felt like your other half. her sarcastic quips were also appreciated as they helped lighten you up during particularly stressful moments.
you never ended up discussing what happened further with shauna since that faithful night; you had both agreed that you didn’t want to or particularly need to deal with romance, though you still pined for her in the shadows. and, a small part of you hoped that she pined for you too.
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Request: May I request a one-shot of Shauna x reader where they get together at the party before nationals and crash together and survive. [Shauna is not pregnant]??
It's okay if you don't have the time for it
sorry this took so long to get out :( i decided i'll make it a three parter story instead of a one-shot, i hope that's okay <3
>> here << is part one!
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in the wilderness with you (part i) - shauna shipman
part ii
summary – shauna and (y/n) have a clumsy beginning. (approx. 1.8k words)
a/n – sorry this took so long to get out :’)) i had major burnout, and honestly i still do, but i’m hoping it’ll get better as i start the next chapter since this was mostly a scene setting chapter!! this is gonna have three parts so i hope y’all stick around for all of them!! peace!!
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you had always watched shauna from afar. you were a shy person - you could never get yourself to talk to her. she always seemed to be around jackie, and you personally found jackie to be quite bitchy, so you were always too hesitant to approach.
shauna was brilliant at soccer, smart, beautiful, admirable. you noticed all sorts of things about her; how her eyebrows scrunched when she would be solving a difficult question in physics, the way she sometimes put the cap of her pen in between her lips, how she frowned whenever jackie would mention jeff, and how she always walked a little bit behind her. it’s like jackie was more important than shauna, but to you, shauna shone brighter out of the two. she was like a forest fire; beautiful, destructive, and impossible to avoid. her presence was prominent in your life, but not as a friend. you admired shauna, and you wanted to feel her arms around you – her lips on you, but you knew that simply wasn’t a possibility. after all, you were just you, and she was leagues ahead of that.
as a person, you were very straight to the cut. you went to class, went to soccer practice, and went home every day. sometimes you would hang out with taissa; she was your only friend in soccer, but generally, you kept to yourself until the day that she dragged you to that party.
“c’mon, (y/n), you have to go!”, taissa urged, hand on your arm as you dug through your bag for your hairbrush. you turned to look at your friend, a peeved look on your face.
“you know i’m not a party person, and besides, i want to get a good rest before the flight.”
taissa groaned, ignoring your reasoning, “it’s team bonding!! c’monn! it’ll be worth it.”
“fine”, you sighed, knowing that she wouldn’t let up easily.
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your hands trembled as you walked through jackie’s front door. music was blaring from another room, but it was loud enough to where taissa had to raise her voice to talk to you. you followed her to the kitchen that she had been in many times and watched as she poured some of jackie’s father’s expensive tequila into a shot glass. handing it to you, it didn’t take you long to gain the willpower to take the shot – you knew you wouldn’t be able to socialise without some alcohol in your system. it was salty yet smooth, and you were pleasantly surprised when you didn’t feel a bite. before you knew it, you were through five more of them, and heavily intoxicated.
“tai?”, you called, a cup of water in your hand, as you pushed through the crowds of students. she had left about five minutes prior to go to the bathroom and hadn’t returned yet. you couldn’t find her anywhere. you grumbled as you bumped into somebody, spilling a bit of the water on yourself.
“oh sorry!”
your (e/c) orbs met autumny ones.
“oh, hey (y/n),” jackie, the captain of your soccer team had said, “you look a little frazzled. are you alright?”
you nodded silently with a smile before noticing a familiar pair of innocent chocolate coloured doe eyes next to jackie. shauna. your palms felt sweaty as you simply stared at the beautiful brunette, a blush forming on your cheeks. you hoped that the dull lighting of the room would hide it, but shauna looked at you with a raised eyebrow. she knew. suddenly sobering up a little, you tore your eyes away from the breathtaking girl, meeting jackie’s gaze once again. “actually, uh, i’m looking for taissa.”
“oh,” jackie said with a thin-lipped grin, turning to smirk at shauna, then back to you, “uh, she actually went upstairs with van. it’s best to leave them alone, you know how it is…”
you stared, confused, not connecting one and the other, before shauna grabbed one of your arms, “here, why don’t you stay with us?” she asked with a cool confidence. you jumped at her contact, and for a moment, you swore that she smirked at you.
after spending a bit of time with jackie and shauna, you had discovered that you were immersed in shauna. she was so, unbelievably alluring when you saw her at school, but as she was now – in her tight red dress and denim jacket – she was so much more. every word that she spoke was like music to your ears and you were addicted to her presence. you hit it off immediately. you laughed at a sarcastic comment she had made, giving her a gentle shove with your arm. shauna chuckled, wiping her eye before looking at the campfire. “i’m going to grab a drink. do the both of you want something?”
“oohhh, can you get me a drink too?” you asked as jackie just shook her head no towards shauna with a smile.
once shauna left to get your drinks, jackie looped an arm around your shoulders, bringing your face closer to hers. she brought her mouth to the side of your face, whispering hot air into your ear, “do you like shauna?”
you froze up as you felt your blood run cold. it was as if everything in the room moved in slow motion, other than jackie and you. she pulled away, noticing your shock and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “(y/n), are you okay?”
“uh, i..”
“it’s okay if you do,” she finally said, after a small moment, “she likes you too. wait, shoot!! i wasn’t supposed to tell you that!”
the both of you looked into each other’s eyes before bursting out into drunken laughter. jackie wasn’t as bad as you thought she was. eventually, shauna returned, and jackie excused herself, wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. your cheeks grew red as shauna gazed at you; confusion etched on her face.
“what was that?”, she said, a tinge of jealousy in her voice as she handed you your drink.
“oh, nothing, we just had a heart to heart…” you took a sip of your drink, cringing after you swallowed, “damn, is half of this vodka?!”
sauna’s lips contorted from a tight straight line into an amused grin as she looped a hand around your arm, almost possessively, “yeah, it’s more fun that way, don’t you think? lets go for a walk.”
the two of you began talking as you strayed further from the party, and you watched as the moonlight reflected off shauna’s nose. it illuminated her already captivating eyes, making you lose yourself in them.
the conversation, which was about the book shauna was writing, began to become dominated by the graceful brunette as you listened, an essence of want in your eyes. after a few minutes, things grew tense.
“so, yeah, i plan to have the final chapters written before we graduate and then i’ve a publisher hired already… (y/n), what’s wrong?” shauna’s voice trailed off as she caught your intense look. for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other until she rose a hand to twirl some of your hair around your finger.
“you’re stunning, shauna,” you murmured, alcohol hazing the part of your brain responsible for rational thinking (sober you would be ringing every single alarm bell by now).
“oh, yeah?” she smirked, lifting your chin with her hand, “you’re not too bad yourself.”
you felt a familiar static in the back of your head as your heart began hammering in your chest; it was a storm compared to the serene calmness of the warm night. you swore that you would faint if this continued much longer, so on a whim, you burst out, “can i kiss you? i mean it’s okay if no-“
before you could finish your sentence, shauna crashed her lips onto yours. she kissed with a hunger; like she was an animal starved of food. you were her sustenance, and her hands roamed your body, as if she desired to learn everything about you. you moaned into her lips before she pulled away, a darkness in her eyes.
“let’s get out of here, (l/n).”
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you stirred in your sleep, as if you were trying to climb out of a deep hole. you struggled and pulled against the metaphorical walls of your slumber, a loud ringing in your ears. then, your bleary eyes fluttered open. an alarm clock next to you rang violently and you heard a rough growl behind you. an arm tightened around your stomach as another reached to turn off the alarm.
suddenly, you felt much more awake, unaware of your surroundings, and it seemed like the person behind you woke up too from the realisation that they were not alone. swiftly turning around, you met the shocked eyes of none other than shauna shipman, the girl you had kissed at the party yesterday.
she didn’t seem impressed as she just stared at you. then, coldly, she sat up and walked into the ensuite bathroom in the corner of her room. you heard the shower turn on soon after, and you began to get dressed, cautiously and shakily. your head felt like a torpedo, pulsating in pain and shame. of course, shauna would regret it. you sighed, the back of your throat burning in pain, but you bit back tears.
you didn’t talk on the drive to the airport, and you didn’t talk as you queued up with the other girls, listening to coach scott as he explained the plan for the day. jackie looked questionably at you, then she reached towards shauna to whisper something in her ear. shauna glared at her with a bitter expression, then glanced at you for a moment. your head whirred in thoughts as you began to spiral. had you done something when you were drunk? you didn’t really remember the night. you must’ve fucked up and now it was awkward. shauna hated you, and now jackie would hate you too.
as you hesitantly and wordlessly sat next to taissa on the plane, your eyes wandered to search for shauna. you couldn’t stop thinking about her. she just rested her head atop her hand and looked out the window, walkman blaring music in her ears. your eyes dropped, darting down to your knees.
“you seem down, what’s wrong, (y/n)?” taissa asked, worry evident in every syllable as she placed a hand on your own.
you just shook your tired head, eventually resting it on her shoulder. taissa sighed, looping an arm around your back, pulling you closer.
eventually, you fell asleep, memories of shauna present in your mind.
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couldn't write for a few days cos i was getting my room renovated!
have a shauna oneshot in the works now >:^) send some more requests in? <3
also a general disclaimer that i don't write smut !! i have no problem mentioning an insinuation of it but i won't personally write out sex acts, thank you very much. darlings, and have a lovely day <3
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omg i need a part 2 of ur ghostface nat that shit had me giggling and blushing
literally purring for you rn
>> here << u go <3
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murder and rescue ii - natalie scatorccio
summary – ghostface makes a return with a bit of help (approx. 1.6k words) >> part i <<
tw; murder, mentions of sexual assault, slight homophobia/fetishization of lesbians, natalie, reader, and misty are evil in a Fucked Up Way
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finding out that natalie scatorccio was ghostface was not something that existed on your yearly bingo. you hadn’t talked much about it since the night at the party, and some twisted part of you didn’t seem to mind that she was a murderer. in fact, you found it energising, exciting, intriguing. these, you decided one day as you listened to music and stared at your bedroom ceiling, were not the words you should have been using to describe your girlfriend. maybe you were as messed up as she was.
natalie had killed a few more times since the party. there was a guy that misty was having trouble with. he had felt her up in the middle of a lab and he didn’t stop even when she pushed his hand away. she couldn’t tell anybody because he was the son of a well-respected teacher. misty wasn’t his first, nor last victim. she found out who ghostface was (seriously, the girl was basically a detective), and instead of handing the information to the police, she actually asked nat to take care of him. this is how misty, natalie and you became a trio; your house was the hideout, natalie was the killer, and misty was the medic and brains.
every time nat would show up outside your window at an obscure time, you always unlocked the door for her, let her run a hot bath, and hid her outfit. then, the two of you would passionately make out and love each other until dawn; the thrill was sickeningly addicting. this system had worked for a few kills, but eventually natalie stopped. justice was served, and you assumed that the predators of wiskayok high had ceased their ways. that was until two months later.
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natalie pushed you into a bathroom cubicle, pinning you against the wall. you moaned as her lips attached themselves to your neck, kissing you down to your shoulder of which she pulled the hem of your shirt to reveal. “nat,” you breathed heavily, warmth pooling into your stomach. your girlfriend smirked, bringing her mouth to your ear.
“shut up,” she whispered huskily before nibbling your lobe. your hands clasped themselves onto her hips as you pulled her closer. suddenly, a hand covered your mouth as natalie went stiff. you heard three or four voices enter the bathroom and then the unzipping of (presumably) a makeup bag.
“what is it that you wanted to tell us, allie?” one of the girls said, “you’ve been looking nervous all day.”
“well”, you heard allie’s voice, “you know patrick johnson?”, followed by a few ‘mhhmms’, “he forced himself on my sister at a party a few nights ago. i couldn’t go and protect her, i was sick. she’s been closed off ever since and she won’t tell me exactly what he did. i’m so worried…”
natalie’s eyebrows rose in curiosity as the both of you listened. you heard the girls reassure allie before one of them piqued up, “he’s really evil, i’m sorry. he did the same to tamara too… nobody believed her so she dropped out to avoid him. she was so lovely too.”
after consoling allie for a few minutes, all the girls went back to their classes. natalie finally took her hand off your mouth and whispered to you, “we need to get that bastard.”
you only nodded in return.
“i’ll tell misty to meet at yours tonight and we can plan it?”
“yeah,” you murmured, “looks like ghostface is back.”
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the three of you stalked your prey over the period of a few weeks. you found his phone number and took note of his patterns: he always arrived at school ten minutes before assembly and used his locker first, after third period, he always went the bathroom, and he walked a friend home every day. most nights, he was home alone because his mother worked the night shift. his lights were off by 11pm most nights, and he almost always forgot to lock the back door.
it was 3am on a tuesday when you rang his phone. with the help of misty, you had installed a voice changer into your own device, and he answered after the third ring, voice sleepy and tired.
“uhhh, hello?”
you smiled as you spoke, “is this patrick johnson?”
you heard a shuffling on his side before he finally answered, “who is this?”
you watched from the bushes as natalie slipped her way towards his garden, hugging the wall. she was donning the ghostface costume, knife hidden under a fold of fabric. “you need to tell me, are you patrick johnson? this is serious.”
“fuck off”, is all he said before he hung up his phone. your eyes darkened as you rang again, and he picked up faster this time.
“seriously, who is this? don’t mess with me.”
“patrick,” you said, voice barely a whisper, “have you seen any horror movies?”
“uh, yeah, a few. why?”
you ignored his question, continuing with yours, “do you know what motives the killers normally have?”
“they’re normally insane, like you,” he growled, and you heard him hang the phone up again.
so, you rang again.
“fuck off, leave me alone. i’ll come and kill you,” he threatened, seething from anger.
“you’re right,” you said, darkly, “they normally are insane. but they can have motives too. have you heard of ghostface?”
when patrick didn’t reply, you continued to talk, “ghostface only kills people that deserve it.”
his voice was shaky as he cut you off before you could talk more, “is this ghostface?! i didn’t do anything!”
“i’m not ghostface”, you said simply, “but you did, patrick. you hurt a lot of young girls, didn’t you?”
“wait, listen to me! they never said no! leave me alone-“
“i didn’t finish,” you growled, shutting him up, “as i was saying; i’m not ghostface, but look behind you.”
you heard shuffling again, and then a muffled scream through the phone alongside the sound of the device being dropped. there was an audible struggle as he pleaded for his life. your smile grew wider. the tussle appeared to last about three minutes until everything fell eerily quiet. then, you heard someone pick up the phone, and the voice of your girlfriend rung out, quiet and still, “come in.”
you sauntered in through the back door, entering his kitchen. the phone he had used to call you was left discarded, a few feet away from the counter. you stomped on it, breaking it to pieces before turning to your girlfriend. she stood over the body, breathing heavily. stepping over the corpse of patrick johnson, you ripped the mask off ghostface, watching as her hair cascaded down her shoulders like it had the first time she revealed herself to you. she looked like a goddess, basked in an omnipotent light. you felt your heart flutter, watching blood drip down her lips.
“he got me good”, she said, smiling at you. she then looked down at the deceased, an animalistic grin painting her features. her eyes were wide; not with fear but with fascination – the adrenaline of the hunt was taking her over, as if she wasn’t herself.
snapping her out of her admiration, you wiped her bloody nose with your thumb before you brought your lips to hers. the kiss was passionate, and you could taste the metallic taste on her mouth, though that didn’t deter you. her hands trailed down your body before resting on your hips and before you could escalate the kiss, you heard the jingle of keys coming from the front door. you pulled away from your girlfriend as she put the mask back on and you pulled your hood over your head. taking the knife out of the corpse, she ran out the back door she had come in from, you following her. nobody saw you.
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you closed the suitcase that contained natalies now clean costume, sliding it under your bed. she met your gaze as you entered the bathroom, slipping into the bathtub with her. natalie pulled you into her chest, brushing your hair with her hands as you both relaxed in the hot water. you hummed relaxingly, before looking up at her.
“i love you”, you confessed. though this was not the first time natalie had heard you say this, her heart still began to beat a little harder than before and you chuckled, “i can feel your heart!”
“shut up,” she gave you a playful slap on the thigh before sighing gently, “love ya too.”
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the next morning came faster than you had expected, and as you, natalie, and misty sat in your assembly, an announcement came through the speakers.
patrick johnson was dead; a suspected murder.
misty, natalie, and yourself gave each other fake confused looks as you peered around the classroom, a small hint of amusement in your faces. everybody burst into chatter and discussion, theorising who killed patrick. not many seemed to be particularly sad, moreso than they were curious. misty continued to doodle in her copy whereas natalie shrugged her shoulders at you.
“people seemed to be kind of hopeful”, you stated later, as you walked natalie home, hands interlocked.
“yeah, it was weird. i thought people would be at least a little sad that he died but i guess he wasn’t too popular with anybody from the beginning. he really did deserve it”, your girlfriend said, a small smirk on her face.
a car drove past you full of football players. they stopped on the road a few feet ahead and began catcalling you.
“why don’t you two make out? let us see some girl on girl action!”, someone yelled out. the boys erupted into laughter before continuing to drive on.
you groaned, disgusted.
natalie squeezed your hand a little tighter, a reassuring glint in her eyes. “hey, hey, it’s okay. ghostface will get them,” she whispered deviously.
you looked ahead, watching the car drive off. maybe ghostface would get them; maybe he was back for good – or at least until you’d all get caught.
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